Inside the Hall of Gods.
Divine projections twisted violently before suddenly shattering into nothingness.
The gods Fuya had created by splitting off soul imprints began dying in great numbers beneath the bombardment of the twelve divine weapons.
This was also a devastating blow to Fuya!
Crack!
Crack, crack!
Fine cracks appeared across the walls within the divine hall, some of them wide enough for living beings to pass through.
Under the attacks of those divine weapons, this wondrous hall, renowned beyond the heavens and throughout the Sea of Mist, had actually been damaged from within!
"Divine weapons are attacking the Hall of Gods!"
"It's Pang Jian!"
While the four Great Devil Gods were still coordinating their battle inside the hall, they noticed the annihilation of thousands of gods and realized they no longer needed to continue destroying the hall's structure themselves.
"It seems we made the right bet this time!"
Hemo Tian burst into wildly triumphant laughter.
Through a crack in the hall wall, he saw Pang Jian's true body, surrounded by terrifying divine weapons, charging toward the Hall of Gods. Ecstatic, he said, "Luan Ji, you really did see farther ahead!"
At that moment, all his earlier dejection and bitterness vanished, replaced by the feeling that he had finally lived to see the light.
The fall of some Devil Gods was nothing compared to the benefits to come.
The Devil Race had not yet been exterminated. Those who had died were merely low-ranking and mid-ranking Devil Gods. Once vast numbers of divine positions became vacant, new Devil Gods would surely rise to fill them.
The Devil Race would certainly flourish beyond its current state and surpass even the era ruled by the Demon Heaven Sovereign!
"The hall may shatter as well. We must leave at once."
Luan Ji remained